New release by Jennifer Wilck

Today, I’m welcoming guest author Jennifer Wilck. Isn’t this the cutest cover?

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Benjamin Cohen, widowed father of six-year-old Jessie, is doing his best to hold it together through order and routine. The last thing he needs is his matchmaker mother to set him up with her next door neighbor, no matter how attractive she is.

Rachel Schaecter’s dream of becoming a foster mother is right within her grasp, until her meddlesome neighbor tries to set her up with her handsome son. What’s worse? He’s the father of her favorite kindergarten student! She can’t afford to let anything come between her and her dream, no matter how gorgeous he may be.

Can these two determined people trust in the miracle of Hanukkah to let love and light into their lives?

 

Excerpt

Six-year-old bodies were good at many things— bouncing, hugging, and racing. Rachel was thankful they were also good at hiding her surprise. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her favorite student, and her student’s father, would be at her neighbor’s house the same night she was invited to celebrate Hanukkah.

She met the hard gaze of Jessie’s father across the room. Eyes narrowed as if he suspected her reasons for being here. His broad shoulders were stiff. His jean-clad muscular legs were spread apart in a solid stance. Square hands fisted at his sides, and one of them held a menorah. Did he plan to throw it or club someone with it?

Giving Jessie a last pat, she rose. With an arm around Jessie, she extended her other hand to her father. “Happy Hanukkah.”

“Ms. Schaecter.”

“Mr. Cohen.”

“Oh, please,” Harriet said, “Such formality between you two. Rachel, this is my son Benny. I mean Benjamin.”

Benny. Rachel filed the information away for later, along with his flushed skin at the nickname. Interesting.

“And Benjamin, this is my neighbor, Rachel. We’re not at a school event. You can call each other by your first names.” Harriet pointed at Jessie, who gripped Rachel’s hand so hard, Rachel’s fingers lost their circulation. “Except for you,” Harriet added. “You have to call her Ms. Schaecter.”

Jessie giggled. “Yes, Grandma.”

Buy Links:

 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZMQ2BWZ

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/waiting-for-a-miracle-jennifer-wilck/1134117349?ean=2940161018385

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/waiting-for-a-miracle/id1484912207

 

Author Links:

Website: http://www.jenniferwilck.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Jennifer-Wilck-201342863240160/

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BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jennifer-wilck

 

Author Bio

Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.

She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Guest author Mary K. Tilghman

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WHAT IS LOVE? Sensible Angela and romantic Patsy have very different points of view in LOVE LETTERS & GINGERBREAD, a historical romance set during Christmas 1831 in Annapolis. For Patsy, it’s the passion burning in her heart for faithless Vincent who fails to write after he goes away. For practical Angela, love is made up of the tasks that fill her day taking care of her mother and little sister.

Eighteen-year-old Patsy prefers pining for Vincent over paying attention to a new neighbor, William, who showers her with kindnesses. Angela considers herself too busy for suitors, until she makes the acquaintance of handsome Gordon.

Christmas will never be the same for these sisters or the men who love them.

And an excerpt–

Since this is a Christmas story, this is a scene that takes place after the disastrous Winter Ball. It’s Christmas Eve and the family is getting ready for the evening’s festivities:

Chapter 16

Christmas Eve

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Mother’s tone was sharp. She and Ella were in the parlor setting up the table for the Tannenbaum

Ella was quick with a response. “I don’t like to repeat gossip. But I thought you might want to be prepared. I was thinking of the girls.”

 Angela could hear the argument all the way in the kitchen where she and Patricia were stringing popcorn to wind around the tree. Her curiosity got the best of her and she left her sister to stroll as nonchalantly as she could into the parlor. After all, they could be talking about her or Gordon. 

She strolled in, trying to effect a cool demeanor. “What gossip?”

Angela didn’t like the troubled look on her mother’s face. 

“I better get the nuts and apples.” Ella rushed away, her lips pursed. 

Angela picked up a cookie to hang on a limb. “Has something happened, Mother?” 

Her mother waved away the question with her hand. “It’s probably nothing.” 

“Let me decide if it’s nothing. It has you bothered.”

Mother turned to look at Angela, though she did not reply. 

“Has something happened?” Angela disliked repeating the question but all she could think of was what the town wags might be saying after that scene at the ball. And she knew the news of Vincent’s impending marriage must be racing through parlors all over Annapolis. She hated the idea of either her sister or her being the topic of local gossip.

Her mother took a chair by the fireplace. “Sit down, dear.” 

One more reason to eat chocolate

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Here is some good news. A recent study has proven that chocolate is good for your skin.

I got this exciting information courtesy of Dr. Will Clower’s blog Mediterranean Wellness. There is, however, a stipulation. The chocolate must be the really dark kind with a high cocoa content. This type of chocolate helped protect skin from UV radiation.

The dark chocolate apparently increases circulation in the top layer of skin. It also is high in antioxidants, similar to green tea. Both of these properties protect skin.

Dr. Clower has long been a proponent of dark chocolate’s ability to help your heart and your mind. Better yet, he has written a book entitled Eat Chocolate, Lose Weight: New Science Proves You Should Eat Chocolate Every Day.  I encourage you to check out his other books.

What’s your favoirt chocolate brand?

 

Being in the moment at Winn-Dixie

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I am starting to develop a fear of Winn-Dixie.

I went grocery shopping yesterday and already had all my items on the conveyor belt when a problem developed. The cash register crumpled the check of the woman in line in front of me but refused to complete the transaction. The cashier tried to smooth the check and re-insert it a couple times before calling for assistance.

An assistant manager type woman came over and opened the machine. She removed the ink cartridge and went in search of a replacement. The first one she found wasn’t the right size or was for a different machine. Then she brought a second one. Success!

The woman in front of me apologized repeatedly, poor thing. It wasn’t her fault, and I tried, really I did, to keep a sour expression off my face.

On a grocery run last week, the cashier was a young, long-haired man (that description makes me sound like an old fogey, doesn’t it?) who was having a prolonged conversation with the woman in front of me. Mea culpa-I wasn’t watching as he rang up my groceries, so I was startled to see the total was more than $90. And I hadn’t even bought meat!

The youngster was befudded when I told him something was wrong. When I looked at the printed receipt, there were several items I hadn’t bought. Apparently, they were the groceries of the woman ahead of me with whom the kid was so busy talking that he hadn’t included all of her items.

Same assistant manager to the rescue. We ended up backing out the entire incorrect total  from my credit card and re-ringing the actual items I had in my cart. The resulting total this time was about half of the first one.

I guess I really have to be more vigilant in watching what the cashiers are doing. The Winn-Dixie is the only grocery on my little island.

Have you had similar problems at your grocert store?

 

Weekend fun

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Big doings on my little island this weekend. Friday night, my husband and I went to the VFW for pizza night. We got a supreme pizza for only $9, ate half of it there, and brought the rest home to freeze for another day.

Yesterday, back to the “V” as we call it. They held the first round of a karaoke contest. Apparently, this is something that goes on every year with a national final near Las Vegas. I had never heard of it before. This is the first  year anyone has had it locally. There are two more preliminaries next week and the week after. I am trying to gather enough nerve to enter. Even though I’ve sung my whole life in choruses, I’ve only done karaoke once in my life. Singing alone is a far cry from singing with 50 or 60 others.

Today, the Moose Lodge is holding a cooking contest: soups and stews. I entered last year but not this time. Desserts are in a couple weeks and comfort food two weeks later. Ethnic foods come next and chili is the last contest. I’m leaning toward entering the ethnic contest. I have a pierogie casserole I want to try.

How did you spend the weekend?

Happy Father’s Day

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My husband and I went to the local Moose Lodge for brunch this morning. If you’ve read my books, you know the fictional town of Calusa has a lodge too.

The real life Moose  has some great volunteer chefs who usually do a great job with holidays. Since there are just the two of us, it is far easier to let them do the cooking.

But this morning they were off kilter. We waited more than half an hour, and the ladies, bless their hearts, were still milling around bringing out food.

We finally gave up and went to the small diner that is in the little strip mall next to the grocery store. We managed to get there before the after-church crowd and got served right away.

After inhaling a plateful of bacon, eggs, potatoes, a biscuit, and about a gallon of coffee, I was glad we ended up there.

How did you celebrate today?

Mother’s Day

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Mother’s Day is always difficult for me. I lost my mom many years ago and of course miss her still. Above is a work in progress as I experiment with acrylics. I am using an old photo of my mom, on the left, and her life long best friend, Tootsie, as a reference. They grew up in rural West Virginia. The photo was taken when they were teenagers.

My mom subsequently moved to Pittsburgh where she lived for the rest of her life. Tootsie married an insurance executive and lived in Chicago for a while. Eventually, she and her husband ended up in Georgia. They came to visit us a few times over the years and never failed to send a Christmas present.

After Tootsie passed, her husband became a novelist. Below is one of his books. The heroine was obviously based on his beloved wife.

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If you are lucky enough to have your mom with you today, give her a big hug.